I Like This Road
I like a road without postcode.
The dapples fall to the ground
and across my face like a toad.
Slow down, it's a campground
of your heart on your life road.
No one else is with your bound.
I like a road without postcode.
The dapples fall to the ground
and across my face like a toad.
Slow down, it's a campground
of your heart on your life road.
No one else is with your bound.